This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

But my niggaz in paris

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

From pondoland to paris you are revered

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done