This is a song about "Fame and money"

And fame before most of it

And talk some more shit

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

What influence as nigga money or fame

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Time after time, again and again

And you cant handle our fame,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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