This is a song about "French clergy"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Buy some french fries, then i get high

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

High: that's why they call us planes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Im sizzlin like french fries

And when i start to rise

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

After me you'll never feel prepared again, brutal like barbarian, but gentle like a clergy man