This is a song about "French friesz"

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

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

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

Right flows down and they might go nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

And if you pay for that yourself

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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