This is a song about "French fryday"

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Buy some french fries, then i get high

I shine like something in the sky