This is a song about "French baby organ meat"

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

I said i got my ass beat

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Buy some french fries, then i get high

That's the window into the sky

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)