This is a song about "French class"

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

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

So chase the air hide your stash

Along with the whole class

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Hear the rambling in the sky

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last