This is a song about "Annabeth chase"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

When you try to run, you know i'm gonna chase

A coward dies a thousand deaths

That's why, the chase is on [x3]

Everyone needs something to chase

In his body and face

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Life's boring when you catch up, keep with the chase,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Im on a paper chase

I miss the better days

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Like a women who loves to chase