This is a song about "Filthy frank"

You filthy nerd, sittin' in front of my desk

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Shunned by the high class cause my spit is filthy

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

And after all the filthy things that u deserve are done..

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

But now to me frank honestly

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

On the map, filthy see my name on her back