This is a song about "French choose"

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And it feels like i gotta choose

Its cold as shit in this booth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

Here i go again, falling in love

Did you choose to have parents?

One verse is all it takes

These french pancakes give me the crepes