This is a song about "Paper chasin hatitan"

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

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

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

You never tasted paper

I said i'm hurting her

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

We out here chasin hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep