This is a song about "Woke in paris"

Woke up convulsing in the middle of an exorcism

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

From pondoland to paris you are revered

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

She dont have a problem with, with

But my niggaz in paris

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

And than woke up and theres blood right in at my feet