This is a song about "Paul blart"

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,

Paul mason is faster than you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Thought the paul walker disses were over

And there's little to be glad for

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

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold