This is a song about "Almost to famous"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Go on this sight for a daily basis. i hope one day enough to make me famous.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

Theses ill thrills i spill will help lead me to the famous route

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Don't get me wrong, i'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks