This is a song about "Dance fame money boys"

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Even with the money and the fame

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise