This is a song about "Sex money and fame"

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Even with the money and the fame

Things'll never be the same

And you cant handle our fame,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Even with the money and the fame

Here i go again, falling in love again

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Even with the money and the fame

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit