This is a song about "French montana"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

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

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

My all gold rolly or the

Scarface 6, tony montana

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Hannah montana gone cop

Like a fiend off the best rock

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot