This is a song about "Imma blow up and see what the fame do"

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I see the lights the camera and the fame

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

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Look undaneath, what do you see?

Open up the curtains and just see what i can find

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Advancing to fullest and blow what got

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Just put yo middle fingers up and show what you can do