This is a song about "Money fame girls"

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

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

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

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

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

I dont care about the fame

He don't do the same

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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