This is a song about "Paul wall"

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

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

I punch a hole in the wall

Make sure to give them my all

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And golden mall with a golden wall

I also have a cutie to call