This is a song about "Chasin paper"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

I only got four minutes

Belly full of paper bills

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

We out here chasin hoes

Here they keep a rachet close