This is a song about "Paul popa"

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

She said hey paul im ready, when will you come get me, i said im on my way be there in a few,

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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