This is a song about "French bread"

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Im sizzlin like french fries

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Cutting me this worthless check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Kick back and know yo son set