This is a song about "Paul"

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you