This is a song about "Haters and fame"

Even with the money and the fame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Even with the money and the fame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/

I say i’m wrong, you say come again