This is a song about "Paris renalson"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

Professing they found one ready as this

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

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

But my niggaz in paris

Aight santana man...let's do this

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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