This is a song about "Famous you tubers"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Just cause you might have a lot of money doesn't make you famous,

Who knows what the

Famous for his bona,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Cause right now im fellin a little famous

Here i go again, searching for love

Well fuck you bitch try and say that when i'm rich and famous

Together all the timethought it was true love

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Just to make it famous

And i need you to show me love