This is a song about "Chase"

Everyone needs something to chase

In his body and face

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Penncounting pennys over tha years

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Chase your dreams, don't let it go, no

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face