This is a song about "Paul walker death amde him fme"

Spending her time with him i guess

Grow older, closer to death.

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Her death had them moping around, it was just him and his brother

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Give a mic the kiss of death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

You walk around sideways like a shot walker

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper