This is a song about "Praise to his name"

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Started with no name his fame started with a spark, then turned to a flame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Gandhi had all but didnt even own his own name

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Oh no we got to slow the city down

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

I'm just iller than a killer, make 'em say "what's his name"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Before you become so well-done, his praise is seldom