This is a song about "French school"

Then you look like a fucking fool

That was till she chose a school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

While we going through the school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,