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

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

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

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"

Even with the money and the fame

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision