This is a song about "Making it to hollywood"

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Me and my microphone could be one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Making decisions just to see reactions.

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

For a property in hollywood hills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits