This is a song about "French multilation personal"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

If i die today was it business? was it personal?

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

When you ain't got no education

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