This is a song about "Hood fame"

So much to say a scrabble game

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Through all the rain and the pain

But when it comes to fame

Your body's right as rain

So they could all reach fame

On a ladder straight to fame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I dont care about the fame

From hollywood to the hood

She got that good good

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood