This is a song about "Becomin"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

Becomin legend its a feeling ima establish

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Yet when you listen ya concious starts becomin so fucking curious

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

By becomin friends with "the monster"