This is a song about "French bulldog"

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Im sizzlin like french fries

And when i start to rise

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop