This is a song about "Gangsters paradise"

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I ain't happy with the score

To reach the paradise

Take her back to where i live

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

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Tonight we'll take his life,and take him to paradise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

'cuz tomorrow night i might not be here, so i'll find my #paradise,

I'll never call you bitch again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame