This is a song about "Paper boats"

Light this paper and huddle,

Lady at the frank stand will

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Rumple paper into a bundle,

A criminal grind mean hustle