This is a song about "Bullies money and the fame"

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

What influence as nigga money or fame

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

No more money, no more fame

So we can live again

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

The bullies constantly push him into lockers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit