This is a song about "Police chase"

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

But according to the police

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

Talking about the god you serve

Looking for them better days

Everyone needs something to chase

When you try to run, you know i'm gonna chase

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Golden title is the only thing i chase.

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

I gotta chase after this dream

Speaking my two way's trynna put it wright for the chase

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Im on a paper chase

Baby got that super bass