This is a song about "Fame and glory"

And fame before most of it

Bitch you should see my wallet

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

I'll just sit back and watch how all the glory unfolds,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I wish i’ll never see you again

Even with the money and the fame

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them