This is a song about "French language lessons"

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Need hennessey - to figure out my life lessons

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Restrained in endless lessons, where time is not a curse

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

And please excuse my language

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge