This is a song about "Fame dance life"

In a strip club getting a lap dance

From an african american stance

Everybody wants the fame

All the bitches know my name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

Time after time, again and again

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Save the last dance for you and me

Third ward general, young cash money

Pens dance across pages,

Always knew where the pot was