This is a song about "French baby organ meat"

Im sizzlin like french fries

And when i start to rise

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

These french pancakes give me the crepes

And i ain't got what it takes

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat