This is a song about "Fighting for fame"

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Take grace, aim for the title not for fame but a message

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

Rapping is an outlet for fighting off the herds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Flow started like mozart, been through it now for piece of fame,

Don't wait for your fame to appear, erect it

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same