This is a song about "Paul fart"

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

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes 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.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

And all the shit you went through

Paul mason is faster than you

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,

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy