Verse 1 (Aeo)
What's the damn subject matter
You know what it don't even matter
Flow dripping like an old bladder
Wet flow spit fire that's smoke
f** it let's go
At all ya'll neck cutting throats
Grind till I got a house maid and a moat
Accept nothing less than dying a goat
Told y'all n***as
f** it let's go
I'm just checking for checks straight stacking my dough
My bars got bars straight stacking this flow
This inscription the matrix I'm cold with these codes
But I'm bragging right now and you probably don't know
Excuse me my bad where the f** are my manners
We outchea for real call me Aeo the camper
From the sticks in the woods call it home or the hood
Got cold in the winter got heat from the oven
Now hoes treating me like my nickname mclovin
That's an icebox to a nice box
Hair long b**h don't touch on these locs
Got to get these knots not an option to not
n***a
Chorus
It's a paradise paradox
Paradigm about paradise
Pair of dimes rolling a pair of dice
Paradigm about paradise
Pair of dimes rolling a pair of dice
The paradise paradox
f**ing Paradise
Verse 2 (Blew Flame)