This is a song about "French fry and tator tot"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

So if you done with these beijing games

These french pancakes give me the crepes

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

Hear the rambling in the sky

Buy some french fries, then i get high