This is a song about "Money and the fame"

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I wish i’ll never see you again

No more money, no more fame

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Remember pac and biggie to them i say fuck the fame,

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change