This is a song about "Fame sad"

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Grown men in this game

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

If you deceive us, homie that's so sad

Not aiming for big fame

They think they bring that pain

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I was angry and sad

Love turns into pain

No more money, no more fame

So we can live again

But when it comes to fame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I dont care about the fame

I'm going off the top of the brain