This is a song about "Rap money fame youtube"

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Trying to reach 10,000 views on youtube

Pockets probably like fried food

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.