This is a song about "Shoes money ice fame"

I got that goodman game

No more money, no more fame

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Call the network dipset family ties

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Even with the money and the fame

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Even with the money and the fame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name