This is a song about "Money and the fame"

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

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

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Even with the money and the fame

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

I see fame and change and all the shame i’ll make,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again