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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Then write another hook in my mac book

I felt like non-fame and game were chains, shackled me,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

I'm fucking stealing the game takin the fame i'm a criminal,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

The same mainstream annoying game deploying fame

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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