This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Its such a spectacle put niggas in the dirt like vegetables

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Never ever pay rent

Niggas in the street scared

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show