This is a song about "Strive for a famous girl"

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

I wish i was as rich and famous yes that's a confession,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

So why my friends expect a famous over night

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous

You get paid for that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed