This is a song about "Famous players"

Even the famous know how hard it be

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

But one day that book will be famous

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous