This is a song about "Learning french at branton junior high"

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

When he told martin luther king junior

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Im sizzlin like french fries

She's flawless like some uncut ice

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

My neighbors turn to my cousins

So while out here, at high class luncheons

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Greatness comes at a high price with no reputation defamed

Money ain't a thing

So i hope you learning