This is a song about "Haters money me fame"

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Haters on me like fleas

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Even with the money and the fame

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

All the haters can fucking suck me

Imma make it rain

No more money, no more fame