This is a song about "Madame cj walker"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Like madame curie i'm too damn curious,

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

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

I’m running this bitch, you are just a dog walker

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

You walk around sideways like a shot walker

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

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Just lay your head on my shoulder