This is a song about "Ron paul"

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

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,