This is a song about "Sniffing vicodin in paris"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

You dumb ass you bite the vicodin like vitamins i'm nitrogen,

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

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

But my niggaz in paris