This is a song about "Paper chasin"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Belly full of paper bills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

But five years from now i bet she see

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

And she throws up whatever she eats

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Chasin for a defeat to basic

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep