This is a song about "Paddle bag"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

On the boss take a paddle of me.

This is like riding through the city

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Get carried away in a body bag

I go find it and cut it up and tie up the bag

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Took your rattle, bib, book and paddle so you have to improvise

She all that i can handle

Your the boat without the paddle