This is a song about "Making it famous"

Just to make it famous

And i need you to show me love

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

I'm making albums, wonder what i'm dropping it for,

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Let me rideuntil i get free

Even the famous know how hard it be

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

To get rich and famous,

And men'll chase love