This is a song about "Fame drinking"

Now that's what you call a game

I dont care about the fame

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Like drinking the evidence.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame/

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

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Drinking straight from the keg

If your man want to bet

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

Slanging and drinking beer.....

In the same year

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Will be drinking like were insane