This is a song about "The paradise"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And stereotypes just makes your life #roll till you find #paradise,

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

You've got paradise under your feet,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed