This is a song about "Cliff paul"

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Best believe this is the boy

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

Throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Speed up, patience, please cause