This is a song about "Famous"

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Famous for his bona,

My all gold rolly or the

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Here i go again, falling in love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I think found where your mind was

But one day that book will be famous

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Even the famous know how hard it be