This is a song about "Niggas in paris"

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Its such a spectacle put niggas in the dirt like vegetables

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock

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

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Niggas in the street scared