This is a song about "Paris bell"

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

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

Mama told me it'd be days like this

But my niggaz in paris

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga