This is a song about "Money fame and girls"

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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Even with the money and the fame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain