This is a song about "Paper chasin hatitan"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Left me like a blank white paper

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

We out here chasin hoes

She's bad and she knows

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

And i got that drive and she just might crash

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch