This is a song about "Paul my beers"

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Speak, motherfucker, before i hit you with bottles of beers.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Paul mason is faster than you

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

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