This is a song about "Fame money boys"

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Even with the money and the fame

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

What influence as nigga money or fame

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,