This is a song about "Life and fame"

But they sold jello in the paint

The fame and game was just gained,

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

And you cant handle our fame,

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

Gimmie fame and vital organs

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

The master of this rap shit

And fame before most of it

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame