This is a song about "Pain and fame tarnsz"

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Even with the money and the fame

Trying to renovate the game

Imma make it rain

Through all the rain and the pain

Gimmie fame and vital organs

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Even with the money and the fame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Even with the money and the fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

And fame before most of it

I know the world been waiting for that

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim