This is a song about "It s 5am in paris"

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like nigerias elvis

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill