This is a song about "Money fame"

Even with the money and the fame

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

What influence as nigga money or fame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

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

I'll never call you bitch again

But when it comes to fame

Im courtside, wizard game

I dont care about the fame

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

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

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again