This is a song about "The french revoultion"

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Im sizzlin like french fries

Started off on thin ice

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between