This is a song about "Chasin paper"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You never tasted paper

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

We out here chasin hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Look it something they can't ever see

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her