This is a song about "Paper chacers"

Im on a paper chase

Say you through will all my foul ways

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Lady at the frank stand will

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Left me like a blank white paper

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

All you need is a fucking brain and some pen and paper

This paper to the pen

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir