This is a song about "Chasin paper"

I thought i recognized her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Belly full of paper bills

Big said it, more money more ills

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

With a stick chasin the amazin trick cravin/

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

Chasin a 600 benz ambition after the tenth

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

And when it come to the cash