This is a song about "Jp morgan and chase"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Ma always said chase yo dream and never slip

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move asap

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Like a women who loves to chase

But she took it in his place

Im on a paper chase

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

When you try to run, you know i'm gonna chase

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Golden title is the only thing i chase.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face