This is a song about "Sports money hoes school swag rap fame confidence"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

And everybody's having sex

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

Trying to renovate the game

Even with the money and the fame

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But i got you guys, and now i have the confidence to rap tight/

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right