This is a song about "Paul halaholo"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Thought the paul walker disses were over

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I really love my miami crew

Paul mason is faster than you

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

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