This is a song about "Nigga in paris"

From pondoland to paris you are revered

And my momma keep smoking that shit

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

In need of reconstruction nigga get to hammering

Hotter then the place, that a nigga was born in

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I work hard, nigga put in work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I don't find any nigga worth battlin', i'll put four rappers in.

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion