This is a song about "Paul walsh"

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

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

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck