This is a song about "My fame"

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

So we can live again

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/