This is a song about "Famous"

Famous for his bona,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I feel greater am like famous skater

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

To get rich and famous,

And men'll chase love

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Talk about jesus, you're not as famous as him