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

Even with the money and the fame

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Money fast like eminem's rap

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes