This is a song about "Haters and fame"

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

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

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

And you cant handle our fame,

Through all the rain and the pain

And fame before most of it

Y'all similes is literal shit

And not a single feature except lil wayne

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Even with the money and the fame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine