This is a song about "Paul ange"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

So call me paul revere cause she was cummin' until i finished.

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Paul mason is faster than you

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

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

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