This is a song about "Celebrity money fame"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

But lets bring back another dead celebrity

Things'll never be the same

But when it comes to fame

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Through all the rain and the pain

So they could all reach fame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Must be something you want me to see

I dont care about the fame

Bad rap, cuties claim