This is a song about "French horn"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

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

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Buy some french fries, then i get high