This is a song about "Fame seekers"

Even with the money and the fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

I live my life in tha fast lane

No more money, no more fame

It's been nothing but pain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Love turns into pain

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Even with the money and the fame

Time after time, again and again

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

What influence as nigga money or fame

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Even with the money and the fame