This is a song about "French bread"

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

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

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

City bread just like the rangers

Im sizzlin like french fries

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead