This is a song about "French girls"

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Girls looking like barbie

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I've become immune to you no name haters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

But we still real brothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

We should appreciate the girls