This is a song about "Fame isn t the tight thing"

I'm going off the top of the brain

Even with the money and the fame

How they say that we not working

And witness the entire n.w.a. thing

Well rick james, maury jane

I'm passed the hall of fame/

He was the next big thing

Energized and still going

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

He in the back spooked from the fame

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Step into the game with my lyrics tight

So we argue and play fight, all day and night