This is a song about "Paper chaser"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And there's little to be glad for

Left me like a blank white paper

Talking of the gods you serve

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber