This is a song about "French vanilla"

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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

I compliment you with your conversation

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

These french pancakes give me the crepes

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god