This is a song about "French fries"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Land of the burgers and fries,

These french pancakes give me the crepes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I need a backyard full court size

Im sizzlin like french fries

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

And dont forget the fries