This is a song about "Getting chased"

Feminine’s getting intimate

But i remain the good kid

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I had a dream, and i chased it,

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

No more getting chased by space cadets.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears