This is a song about "Paris night"

From pondoland to paris you are revered

Living out of a homeless shit

But my niggaz in paris

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And drink there syrup all night....

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I remember everything and that night

She might be goin' home with me tonight

And girl you damn right

I hear it every night