This is a song about "French hobo"

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

Then all you know is you're a hobo, lookin for a little hope,

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn