This is a song about "Fame seekers"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Even with the money and the fame

But when it comes to fame

Trying to renovate the game

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Even with the money and the fame

So they could all reach fame

I got that goodman game

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Everybody wants the fame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

You can't spit you're way to fame,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I magnetize the rhyme, it's attracted like heat seekers,

Did you do it for the fame?

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again