This is a song about "Paul burrows"

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

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

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Listen to every word that i slur

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

On my back boy, holla back boy

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

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

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck