This is a song about "French twat"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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