This is a song about "French fries and ketchup"

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Land of the burgers and fries,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries