This is a song about "Someone is telling others fame and fortune is not good"

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Not only eating but i'm living good like kings and queens is

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer