This is a song about "The french revolution"

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Or for a revolution

What up girl, tell me how you been

Catch you up on places i've been

Make a world revolution

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

These french pancakes give me the crepes