This is a song about "French clergy"

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

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

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position