This is a song about "Rap money fame game"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Even with the money and the fame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I am not in this game just for the fame

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

No more money, no more fame

Parking lot of the blue flame

I'm fucking stealing the game takin the fame i'm a criminal,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain