This is a song about "Ain t all about the fame"

Or to make their way all the way up to fame

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

I run the fame, i spit rhymes about you when i'm bored then picture slicing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I think about her all the time

Corduroys, cam will shine

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,