This is a song about "Paul gasol"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She got back with her old boy

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

I work hard for everything i get

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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,

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

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