This is a song about "French fries and thighs"

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

These french pancakes give me the crepes

High: that's why they call us planes

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications