This is a song about "French kissing"

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

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

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass

Im sizzlin like french fries

I need a backyard full court size

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

Everyday less special people kissing,

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping