This is a song about "French class"

Im sizzlin like french fries

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

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)

And when it come to the cash

Along with the whole class

I walk down the hallway to my class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I ain't even really need that shop class

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

And you just want to get to class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last