This is a song about "James paris"

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,

With my donald trump hair piece you're an apprentice

She gon get the mils for this

But my niggaz in paris

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

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.