This is a song about "Jhon paul jones"

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

She said hey paul im ready, when will you come get me, i said im on my way be there in a few,

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Good love then i can do that for her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for