This is a song about "French bread"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

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

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

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Niggas talk with limited service

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i’m ballin' bitch

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

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine