This is a song about "Woke in paris"

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

I woke up in the morning and it was just a dream.

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So i banged for a minute

Woke up in a fuckin bad mood

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since