This is a song about "Woke in paris"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

From pondoland to paris you are revered

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Everytime in her past,she woke up hoping it would last,

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Why you woke up alone in a bed

My god come before this bread

One parent above, the other live scared

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend