This is a song about "French fries"

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

And dont forget the fries

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Im sizzlin like french fries

Sky high, iced out paradise

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right