This is a song about "Famous"

Together all the timethought it was true love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

If you don't get famous, get infamous,

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

This shit wouldn't happen if famous rappers were dope,

Cause right now im fellin a little famous

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Just to make it famous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Why cant i be famous

Hop off the bus