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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'm passed the hall of fame,

I can make it rain

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Even with the money and the fame