This is a song about "New to the fame"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Remember pac and biggie to them i say fuck the fame,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

At ladder of fame and you the last to climb

I try not to obey them at anytime

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

I want to make the world new

Vsu don't regret you