This is a song about "Imperial walker"

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Thought the paul walker disses were over

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Im a king bitch!, call me imperial.

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

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

Ain't got time to be convivial, too trivial for the imperial

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker