This is a song about "Fame and life"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Gimmie fame and vital organs

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Time after time, again and again

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again