This is a song about "Fame money boys"

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Even with the money and the fame

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

What influence as nigga money or fame

I wish i’ll never see you again

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Even with the money and the fame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain