This is a song about "Paper boats"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Can't win with a passive attack

Yo, heres a paper bag,

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

She graduated top of the class

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

It started with a pen and paper,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her