This is a song about "Making it to hollywood"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Than with these hollywood actors, a criminal sentence,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Making love to a professor of divinity

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

For a property in hollywood hills

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

What up girl, tell me how you been

I aint never been there, but i stay acting hollywood

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she