This is a song about "Money fame girls"

I'll never call you bitch again

Even with the money and the fame

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

I dont care about the fame

So we can live again

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Even with the money and the fame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

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