This is a song about "Fame and money"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I had to fight back and shit

And fame before most of it

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again