This is a song about "Paul rodiguez"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Paul mason is faster than you

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

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

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

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy