This is a song about "Rise to fame"

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Rise up from mistakes as you come to.

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

On a ladder straight to fame

Well rick james, maury jane

Or to make their way all the way up to fame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I play no games, when it comes to fame

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise