This is a song about "Paul smith"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Cold, my style making my nose run

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

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

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I'm a son of gun

Fuck a smith an wesson