This is a song about "Life and fame"

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

For the new cats to come and take the fame

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I was playing with guns

Gimmie fame and vital organs

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane