This is a song about "Good french fries"

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Im sizzlin like french fries

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice