This is a song about "Fame and glory"

It’s not a game, hold your dame

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

But make sure if they do see

I want all the glory

Niggas want the fame i want the glory

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

And fame before most of it

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim