This is a song about "French revo"

I need a backyard full court size

Im sizzlin like french fries

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

These french pancakes give me the crepes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes