This is a song about "Paul mccartney"

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Thought the paul walker disses were over

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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,

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