This is a song about "Paris"

But my niggaz in paris

They are the coaches in this

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

From pondoland to paris you are revered

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh