This is a song about "Haters and fame"

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Even with the money and the fame

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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