This is a song about "Rap money fame kill"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Hey yo yo the rap battle is my game i am about to rich the fame

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