This is a song about "French bulldog"

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

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

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries

And i ain't got what it takes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard