This is a song about "French class"

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I walk down the hallway to my class

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Im sizzlin like french fries

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

These french pancakes give me the crepes

One verse is all it takes