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

You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Im sizzlin like french fries

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

So while out here, at high class luncheons

It's moe, all i need is more chips

But that’s just life, where i’m from

While i'm learning my lesson