This is a song about "Hood fame"

Only those who's currently in fame.

They calling me the hottest in the game

So they could all reach fame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

But when it comes to fame

Lost in the rain

It wasn't about the fame

I got that goodman game

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

And you cant handle our fame,

Trapping with the hood rats

They just wanna dance