This is a song about "Paris night"

Not only had the fiend died

Spot tv ona late night

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

No one notice your plight

And drink there syrup all night....

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

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

Cuz ignorance is bliss

But my niggaz in paris

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Monsters creeping up in the night

I’ll be there every single night

Living my life like i'm living right

From pondoland to paris you are revered

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit