This is a song about "Name"

Your man wale in his own damn lane

And everybody knows their name

An alias for ya name

He don't do the same

Here i go again, falling in love again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Aint nobody gone remember your name.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I was shittin on your name

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

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

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.