This is a song about "Playstation and money and fame and girls"

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Gimmie fame and vital organs

Guess they ran out of options

Even with the money and the fame

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

And fame before most of it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

And play some playstation? i disii'm like a psycho version of miles prower, i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

How you hold in emotion

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.