This is a song about "French fries and ketchup"

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

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

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse