This is a song about "Famous"

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

You know...you know who you are

I feel greater am like famous skater

Now momma told me be careful who you love

If you don't get famous, get infamous,