This is a song about "Chase pridemore"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Speaking my two way's trynna put it wright for the chase

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

All my real motherfuckin partners

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

But she took it in his place

Im on a paper chase

That try to chase these skirts

Shout out bobby on hundreds

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face