This is a song about "Ill be on the wall of fame"

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Used to be on the train of lame now nigga, i'm on the train of fame!

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm passed the hall of fame,

You just tryin' to run game

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,