This is a song about "Fame and life"

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Trying hard so desperately to try and go gain fame,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

For the new cats to come and take the fame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Even with the money and the fame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

And you cant handle our fame,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on