This is a song about "Getting chased"

Replaced wicked sins or innocence chased, i wanna travel back to the greats,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Shits getting serious.

Hop off the bus

I had a dream, and i chased it,

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

So close now i truly taste it. i had dream, and i chased it.

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I mean he got chased by cops, while they all shot tasers at him

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute