This is a song about "Dont want the fame"

Well rick james, maury jane

It wasn't about the fame

Shout out them strippers who hustle

These niggas dont want no trouble

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Floor seats at that wizards game

From the time that you stole my heart

But they dont care, what you want,

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine