This is a song about "Paul walkers"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

They follow him around making noises at him like walkers

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

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

She said hey paul im ready, when will you come get me, i said im on my way be there in a few,

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Best believe this is the boy

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold