This is a song about "French"

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Im sizzlin like french fries

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin