This is a song about "Fame and money"

And fame before most of it

Razor grips, laser spit

I was so sincere like nas first name

Even with the money and the fame

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.