This is a song about "The streets life fame and hoes"

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Balling, but it’s not a game

Even with the money and the fame

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most