This is a song about "French class"

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

So chase the air hide your stash

First out the gate last back to class,

For the occasion, paper planes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Buy some french fries, then i get high

In the lambo looking like a fly

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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