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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Her heart began to burst in flames, and that’s when she got her fame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Your lyrics are shit got me headache in my head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.