This is a song about "French french french is the best terror the teach"

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

Sit down in shame cuz the king is here to teach you fags a lesson

Most of them niggas dumb

The best is yet to come.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Ever since the terror, we been declarin' gueras to millions of innocents

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

So let me tell you about this guy

Buy some french fries, then i get high

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Is that the word of god? i remember they'd teach 'em,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from