This is a song about "The french"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

The dopest on the planet

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry