This is a song about "Standing in the hall of fame"

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

They ain’t really for condoms, i just think that it’s shocking

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

He in the back spooked from the fame

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain