This is a song about "Learning french"

While i'm learning my lesson

Cold world no blanket son

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

We vegetables, on them record labels

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

If i could prevent anything by learning lessons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations