This is a song about "Girls fame money"

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'm passed the hall of fame/

But when it comes to fame

Ice melts into rain