This is a song about "Paris"

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

All the girls really want is fun

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

From pondoland to paris you are revered

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

But my niggaz in paris

I'm a force to be reckoned with

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

Hate me if you want to but always remember this