This is a song about "Money fame"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Not aiming for big fame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Even with the money and the fame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Only those who's currently in fame.

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

So we can live again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And you cant handle our fame,

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name