This is a song about "But now i m famous"

Cause right now im fellin a little famous

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Together all the timethought it was true love

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And panned out, i'm all in love

Why cant i be famous

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh