This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Competitive niggas, door opens, i invite you in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

And last but not least please don't tell no one