This is a song about "Paper chasing"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I'm done chasing you and being loyal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I not chasing no hoe

Now them broads gon' follow

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

That damier bag i bought her

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/

I know the road i'm taking

And i can't help but notice

Purposely chasing us

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper