This is a song about "Ron paul"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

So call me paul revere cause she was cummin' until i finished.

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

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Speed up, patience, please cause

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

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,