This is a song about "Hen ten wren book look hook cash splash flash fame game tame"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I ironed my kakis so my cash look straight,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Here i am, read a book, but you're my one and only hook

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

The fame. came into the ballgame with a claim to tame. some at least, i only show

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Then write another hook in my mac book

I just claimed my fame, like i said you cant fucking tame it

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

The game is my faith, i love fame, i’m paving the way,

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day