This is a song about "Chasin paper"

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Chasin dreams man, you know i'm in that mclaren,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.