This is a song about "The french"

I don't trust no one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Damn is your mattress dry

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

I'm in the the real world

We left em a world that's cursed

With some bartles and james

These french pancakes give me the crepes

The savage with the statics

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips