This is a song about "Dont let them go to your head"

Let your hits echo like a fox-trot, tell them to count the steps

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Private plane, my seat recline

Let them sail to finish line,

But keep your head up, never let up, there's a brighter day,

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Let me just go home and atempt to go and lay

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Hold on to what you love, and never let go just let them know

A military mind mean money

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Sometimes you like to let it go free,