This is a song about "Fame part 5"

Im courtside, wizard game

I'm passed the hall of fame/

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Don’t let the others determine our part

You're not usin' your brain

And you cant handle our fame,

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Not aiming for big fame

Wale and we are not the same

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

I dont care about the fame

I got that goodman game