This is a song about "Chase the faggot"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Scatter the ashes, where the wind blows i'm daring the chase

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Still salty? well if thats the case, you take the lead and i can chase

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Golden title is the only thing i chase.

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways