This is a song about "Money life rap cars fame"

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Grown men in this game

No more money, no more fame

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

I'll never call you bitch again

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Even with the money and the fame

Look around: we the largest in the game