This is a song about "Fame ans money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Must be something you want me to see

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

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

Even with the money and the fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Only those who's currently in fame.

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir