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

So if you done with these beijing games

These french pancakes give me the crepes

So while out here, at high class luncheons

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

They had a hell of a run

While i'm learning my lesson

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

When he told martin luther king junior

I got something you've been waiting for

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm