This is a song about "French"

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

I compliment you with your conversation

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job