This is a song about "Paper boats"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

See money talk and these days

I like rowing boats on sundays,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Paper boy make you a believer

The door crack, niggas all black

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Folarin, the muse of the hater

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Left me like a blank white paper