This is a song about "French people"

Them people weak them people weak

Admire your style and your physique

Dont we have enough death , people

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

And everything is purple

Cause i'm leaving people

People stared everyday

Another round what the song say

Cause this album pack enough evil

From the people who control to people

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

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

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot