This is a song about "French hobo"

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

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

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

So if you done with these beijing games

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote