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

Greatness comes at a high price with no reputation defamed

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

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

So while out here, at high class luncheons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I can taste the salt from my tears

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

I'll take her home and do her like homework

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work