This is a song about "Woke in paris"

So i gotta spit to this

But my niggaz in paris

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

Every day woke her up something you found,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

From pondoland to paris you are revered

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Woke up one morning everything was fine

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh