This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Got these niggas in a sandwich, might as well take a bite

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this