This is a song about "Rise to fame"

Wale and we are not the same

You can't spit you're way to fame,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

My rhymes are tall almost like miley when she started to rise to fame,

Best motherfucker to rise up this decade.

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I live my life in tha fast lane

But when it comes to fame

I'll do drugs if i have to to get my fame

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

I play no games, when it comes to fame

Trying to renovate the game

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

Because i see right through your disguise

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Don't even know how to run a nation, only there for fame