This is a song about "French hobo"

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

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

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Live off my lie and my lullaby

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

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

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

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god