This is a song about "Chasing the bag til i get it"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Nc til i die for my city i reppin it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I wrote this shit just for fun til i noticed the reality of it

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

They bringing me fish and chips

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,