This is a song about "Fame"

On a ladder straight to fame

Now that's what you call a game

Even with the money and the fame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

He in the back spooked from the fame

And i put that on my name

You can't spit you're way to fame,

All the bitches know my name

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

You were rising straight to fame

Well rick james, maury jane

Even with the money and the fame

No more money, no more fame

Trying to renovate the game

I'm passed the hall of fame,

My buzz is like cocaine