This is a song about "Fame money boys"

Even with the money and the fame

Through all the rain and the pain

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Even with the money and the fame

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

They think they bring that pain

No more money, no more fame