This is a song about "Bitches in paradise"

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

It's like he's in paradise, but you're mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

That gets all these bitches startled in motion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

See with a district columbia vision

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Yas fuckin sit there and laugh like yas are in paradise

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I wake up from this paradise

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for