This is a song about "French frys"

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

These french pancakes give me the crepes

With some bartles and james

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

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

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse