This is a song about "French language lessons"

This for my niggas that really rap hard

The lessons gotta start from the start

Started off on thin ice

Im sizzlin like french fries

When they hear me rocking the groove

These are lessons in the booth//

Buy some french fries, then i get high

I'll meet you in the sky

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Speak my language i think it's bout time