This is a song about "Fame kills"

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Things'll never be the same

I dont care about the fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

I only got four minutes

I have over 300 confirmed kills

I got that goodman game

So they could all reach fame

It kills me inside and i know you can see,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense