This is a song about "French school"

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

These french pancakes give me the crepes

And no longing for dates

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool