This is a song about "French twat"

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Buy some french fries, then i get high

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

And just looked at the whole situation