This is a song about "French fries"

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Im sizzlin like french fries

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines