This is a song about "A girl who sings in french"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

Lost a friend and my girl in two days,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

While he sings a ring it shivers my skin numbs my limbs.

In my new girl, she's a striking resemblance

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Try counting sheep little girl, yull become dizzy heads in a swirl

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

There was a little girl who never went out to play

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort