This is a song about "Famous peolple"

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Always knew where the pot was

Why cant i be famous

My nigga, its all love

Just to make it famous

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

But one day that book will be famous

I feel greater am like famous skater

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Famous for his bona,

And muthafuck the quota

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

I can teach you all the sounds of love