This is a song about "French future tense"

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Situation is so tense that you can't cope.

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

Gotta six sense to reminisce past tense

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

You're already done, i'm writing this in past tense

Do we plan for our future

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

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