This is a song about "Nigga in paris"

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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,

And just looked at the whole situation

It leaves a nigga thinking for a week in.

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

If you escaped what i've escaped, you'd be in paris getting fucked up too

Aight santana man...let's do this

But my niggaz in paris

I'll kick you in your motherfuckin' butt nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

In fact it is nigga but it's green know what i'm saying?

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring