This is a song about "Dance fame money boys"

In a strip club getting a lap dance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Even with the money and the fame

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Even with the money and the fame

Your last wish, wanna dance?

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Even with the money and the fame

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again