This is a song about "French school"

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

The thugs say i'm cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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

While we going through the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I need a backyard full court size

Im sizzlin like french fries

Take that big l for skipping school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

It’s something that’s in your veins

These french pancakes give me the crepes