This is a song about "I ll be famous"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

Rub the wood and ima show em love

But one day that book will be famous

I be on my dark liquor

You ll still be a prize winner

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

All we need is convienient love

All i wanna do is get famous,

Gonna be famous if we hold out a bit longer

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for