This is a song about "Paul walker death tribute"

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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,

What you getting is death

So hold back ya tears

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Grow older, closer to death.

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Niggas that guided me through

Paul mason is faster than you