This is a song about "Chasin paper"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Chasin for a defeat to basic

All you wanna do is get that stick

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Left me like a blank white paper

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

We out here chasin hoes

No, no, we are not those

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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