This is a song about "Famous"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Even the famous know how hard it be

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Yeah, one time for the

Famous for his bona,

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

See boy she been in love

To get rich and famous,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

And that's how you get famous