This is a song about "Paris night"

But there's nothing else inside

Spot tv ona late night

If you wondered what i do at night night night

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

That's what i get at night

And you're, approaching me right

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Doing every day things, at night

But we having sex tonight

Trust me after this night,

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

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

From pondoland to paris you are revered

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right