This is a song about "Becoming rich and famous"

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

With what was once original style becoming more and more commonplace.

Then you beg and plead as if you they needed their approval which is not becoming

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

And now these eyeballs are turning and the fingers are pointing..."looka what he's becoming."

Well fuck you bitch try and say that when i'm rich and famous

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that