This is a song about "Chasing paper"

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I know the moves i'm making

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

But i don’t know what the fuck you keep chasing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I'm done chasing you and being loyal