This is a song about "Famous rapper"

See, i like the person that you are

I feel greater am like famous skater

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I cant say im a rapper

Don’t you be holding back, your love

To get rich and famous,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips