This is a song about "Fame"

But when it comes to fame

150 on my chain

So they could all reach fame

I got that goodman game

And my niggas all the same

I'm passed the hall of fame/

You were rising straight to fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Everybody wants the fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Not aiming for big fame

I like my hoodies fucked with lame