This is a song about "Swaag and fame"

Even with the money and the fame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I turned into something they never became

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Trying hard so desperately to try and go gain fame,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I see fame and change and all the shame i’ll make,

And you cant handle our fame,

Floor seats at that wizards game

Gimmie fame and vital organs

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game