This is a song about "Paper chasin"

I got something you've been waiting for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Chasin dreams man, you know i'm in that mclaren,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Caged within where sin begins witherin away chasin ends,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

She likes the way it hits her lips

Belly full of paper bills

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed