This is a song about "Money fame and girls"

But now invisible cells around your brain

Even with the money and the fame

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

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

Even with the money and the fame

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

And fame before most of it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit