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

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

As i'm watching the snow fall

And throw her shit in the hall

Standing in the kitchen

I'm a son of a gun

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Look around: we the largest in the game

He in the back spooked from the fame

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing