This is a song about "Life money fame"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Even with the money and the fame

Through all the rain and the pain

Even with the money and the fame

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And all women who had light features, see

Even with the money and the fame

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff