This is a song about "I want money and fame"

You want my fame, heck no

This shit ain't nothing new though

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Even with the money and the fame

I want it all... all of the money

And all women who had light features, see