This is a song about "Money fame and girls"

But we still real brothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Even with the money and the fame

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

No more money, no more fame

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Even with the money and the fame

Then we cut, look how she say my name