This is a song about "French fries"

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

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

And dont forget the fries

I need a backyard full court size

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As i eat your flesh with a side of fries,