This is a song about "Niggaz in paris"

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

She prances while other niggaz be, makin, advances, get your own hoes fuck

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

In the club like fuck it, though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby