This is a song about "Paul popa"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Paul mason is faster than you

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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