This is a song about "French people"

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Questions enter the minds of people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Inhale my color purple

This is for the starving people

From the people who control to people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

These french pancakes give me the crepes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes