This is a song about "Life in paris"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I rap every single crap in life

I've never smoked in my life

What we gotta do to survive

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

There is more in to life

Then put it into sex drive

I will succed in life

Right flows down and they might go nice