This is a song about "Famous"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

You not getting famous like macaulay culkin

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

All i wanna do is get famous,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

And that's how you get famous

I think found where your mind was

I feel greater am like famous skater

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love