This is a song about "Paris collides"

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

From pondoland to paris you are revered

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

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

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

I'm a force to be reckoned with

But my niggaz in paris

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,

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

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you