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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

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

Fuck the drug life i want a shot at fame.

So much to say a scrabble game

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,