This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Wale they call me tiger stripes

All of these niggas wanna get in fights

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Competitive niggas, door opens, i invite you in

From pondoland to paris you are revered

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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