This is a song about "Gaining fame"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But things ain't no changing, nothing amazing, no shit i'm gaining

On a ladder straight to fame

Bad rap, cuties claim

Magic city tipping them

I'm chaining daps while i'm gaining ten

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

It wasn't about the fame

Even with the money and the fame

I wish i’ll never see you again

Punch lines (am i noticed yet) i guess so, i gaining my case

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne