This is a song about "Paul walker dead"

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

Like night of the living dead

Code red, which means you go red

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

So if i do call it's just a check

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold