This is a song about "Paul astifoman"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Paul mason is faster than you

On my back boy, holla back boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

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

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,

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,