This is a song about "Bullies french"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bullies were first next were the teachers then later to the principal

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

As those bullies played there sick and twisted game,

You bullies want to split us down our bellies devouring our pain and suffering/

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

The bullies constantly push him into lockers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock