This is a song about "The french"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

The realist in the game

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries

The dopest on the planet

Wit my kin that i came in wit