This is a song about "Pink paris"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Cus if you ask me, it's all about the pink and the green

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Top ranked, number one my son

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Pink and purple pussy's so i'm callin all of y'all nerds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma