This is a song about "French bulldogs"

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Never had a chance to try

Buy some french fries, then i get high

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

I can taste the salt from my tears

Sky high, iced out paradise

Im sizzlin like french fries

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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