This is a song about "Paul spray tan"

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

She will never get by, no how no way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.