This is a song about "Paul revere"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Paul mason is faster than you

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Best believe this is the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

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.

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal