This is a song about "Paul my beers"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Paul mason is faster than you

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

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