This is a song about "Haters and fame"

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Remember pac and biggie to them i say fuck the fame,

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Look around: we the largest in the game

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Then lost my faith again

And you cant handle our fame,

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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