This is a song about "Rap fame money food"

No more money, no more fame

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Even with the money and the fame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

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

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass