This is a song about "Paris"

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

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

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

From pondoland to paris you are revered

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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

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

Babe you know it gets no better than this

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss