This is a song about "God glory fame money girls"

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Money on my mind as god as my witness

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

What these girls want is the fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

If you haven't noticed, fame and glory fast approaches,