This is a song about "French frys"

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Buy some french fries, then i get high

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

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

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

Damn, now that's what the fuck you call dedication

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

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win