This is a song about "Money and the fame"

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

What influence as nigga money or fame

Even with the money and the fame

I'm going off the top of the brain

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key