This is a song about "Talking my name"

Or talking ’bout my chains

While working on my mistakes

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Or getting a little rep to my name

You're not usin' your brain

I ant remember my name

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Hi! my name is... (huh?) my name is... (what?)

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

That was my adrenaline talking

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

They crucifying my name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain