This is a song about "French clergy"

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Im sizzlin like french fries

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Buy some french fries, then i get high

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

These french pancakes give me the crepes

High: that's why they call us planes

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I got 20 thousand views of french itself