This is a song about "Glam and fame"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

The fame and game was just gained,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Just can't stand society with all the glitz and glam

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Even with the money and the fame

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Gimmie fame and vital organs

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

To get the glitz and glam skills need to be spick and span