This is a song about "Paper chasin"

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

You never leave your house no more unless you chasin.

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

With a stick chasin the amazin trick cravin/

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Skin tone i wish i could take it back