This is a song about "Dance fame money boys"

Even with the money and the fame

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Even with the money and the fame

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

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Your last wish, wanna dance?

But you don't have a chance