This is a song about "Im almost famous"

And that's how you get famous

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

All i wanna do is get famous,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

My all gold rolly or the

Famous for his bona,

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.

She can make a pimp fall in love

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

If i had on 'bama line

I've turned out almost fine,

We don't ever make love

To get rich and famous,