This is a song about "French canada"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

While working on my mistakes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

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

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself