This is a song about "Fame pain money"

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

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

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

No more money, no more fame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Then lost her faith again

Even with the money and the fame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit