This is a song about "I ll be famous"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hitting lines as i hit the beam, to be a famous artist was my dream,

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

My records sell, yes sir

You ll still be a prize winner

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love