This is a song about "French fries"

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

They getting nice, they got some ice

As i eat your flesh with a side of fries,

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

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

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done