This is a song about "French people"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

The revolution will proceed

Them people weak them people weak

Like people meeting people online,

Westside, bitch i run mine

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

People steal, people die,

And everything is purple

Questions enter the minds of people

The root of all evil

This is for the starving people

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse