This is a song about "French fries"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

One verse is all it takes

These french pancakes give me the crepes