This is a song about "Money alcohol fame"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

The hotels we staying in twelve star

That hands you weed and alcohol

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again