This is a song about "French class"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

On a whole different class

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Along with the whole class

And when it come to the cash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

I'm a first class writer,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Instead of being in class