This is a song about "Chasing pave"

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Chasing the feeling to conquer to own it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Back and forth chasing, my time wasting

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

I'm breathing for a purpose

Purposely chasing us