This is a song about "Get famous"

Yeah, one time for the

Famous for his bona,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Don't get me wrong, i'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I feel greater am like famous skater

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

All i wanna do is get famous,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Let's have a toast for this new love

Just to make it famous

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs