This is a song about "British vs french"

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Been over seas more times than the british when

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love