This is a song about "Fame circus"

Spin it like a circus

Always knew where the pot was

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Hallow be thy name

It wasn't about the fame

Well rick james, maury jane

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

So they could all reach fame

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Balling, but it’s not a game

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'm taking it back to when rap was more then a circus

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Only those who's currently in fame.