This is a song about "French and native americans"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it/

Im sizzlin like french fries

Sky high, iced out paradise

Damn is your mattress dry

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

Never had forgiveness, you better stay distant cause i'm all about my business,

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Single father raising hits, ending them makes me a native then

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes