This is a song about "Paul popa"

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

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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist