This is a song about "Rich n fame"

Bad rap, cuties claim

But when it comes to fame

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Then lost my faith again

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Well, you better be rich

No more money, no more fame

Im courtside, wizard game

I can make it rain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice