This is a song about "Money fame"

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

But when it comes to fame

They think they bring that pain

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

I'm passed the hall of fame,

150 on my chain

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women