This is a song about "Famous all over"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

So why my friends expect a famous over night

And the streets is getting colder

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Spilt all over the rugs

I'm smitten to shart shittin all over

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Over all i rapped as a relief, cause

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.