This is a song about "Paul revere"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Paul mason is faster than you

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Thought the paul walker disses were over

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