This is a song about "French horn"

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/