This is a song about "The french"

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Inferior, but i'm nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse