This is a song about "French teachers"

We back on these highways moving cakes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Im sizzlin like french fries

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

No longer the person teachers adore

I also have a cutie to call

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

Test the water let me know if the temperature right