This is a song about "Niggaz in paris"

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like nigerias elvis

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

But the same deposition take it every time

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

From pondoland to paris you are revered

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated