This is a song about "A song about maison who cant rap"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

I mean a lame who cant do what i do,

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Ha, and the bitches all gone

The whole essence of this rap song

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap