This is a song about "Chasin paper"

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

Cause after all the lights and screams

Left me like a blank white paper

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

Good love then i can do that for her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free