This is a song about "French vanilla"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

With a nice vanilla cream

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

These french pancakes give me the crepes

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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