This is a song about "French king"

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

About the way i'm feeling

After all this shit, i should be king

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And it smells like burger king.

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Y'know i am the king

I know the road i'm taking

They are not confident when im talking

Healing is this: i'm the forever king

You in the presence of a king

And getting money is the song i sing