This is a song about "Chris paul"

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Paul mason is faster than you

Straight bad bitches i run, through