This is a song about "Fame got to my head"

My rhymes are tall almost like miley when she started to rise to fame,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Your lyrics are shit got me headache in my head

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

And my head i got to keep it

After that moscato hit

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame