This is a song about "Chasin paper"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

You never tasted paper

Your eyes my nature

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

But i let off everything i have

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

You know...you know who you are

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Just put your hand on the glass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass