This is a song about "Haters money fame finesse fame hoes bitches diamonds"

No more money, no more fame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Even with the money and the fame

Parking lot of the blue flame

I'm passed the hall of fame,

I'll never call you bitch again