This is a song about "Paul my beers"

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

And word i blew off herb i grew

Paul mason is faster than you

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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