This is a song about "Money girls fame"

I dont care about the fame

Wale and we are not the same

Then lost my faith again

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Even with the money and the fame

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

What influence as nigga money or fame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I just want the money you could have the fame, when was i was in pain you neva came,

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