This is a song about "Paul hate"

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

Quit passing all of this hate,

// [you show me nothing but hate]

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

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

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

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

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

U wreak of absurd hate

When the club gets played

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Its the things that i hate