This is a song about "My fame"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Now i'm on my road to fame, attracting increasing static,

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You want my fame, heck no

Ima keep that on the low

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And i got a little big, keep it low key