This is a song about "Loving the fame"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

What these girls want is the fame

See dog? rap is my aim

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Well rick james, maury jane

Even with the money and the fame

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

He in the back spooked from the fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I dont care about the fame

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

So don't worry about my motherfucking name