This is a song about "Paul ange"

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

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

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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,

Paul mason is faster than you

And if i do go you better come through

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

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