This is a song about "Paul"

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

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

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

On my back boy, holla back boy

Raised by a momma who, who

Paul mason is faster than you

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

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