This is a song about "Dont want the fame"

What these girls want is the fame

Imma make it rain

I want the fame so my words can reach the masses,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You still dont want to test me, average white kid, on the inside

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

These niggas dont want no trouble

I'm modest, and humble

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

These niggas dont want no trouble.

I got rich from a little struggle

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame/