This is a song about "These bitches wanna be famous"

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

All we need is convienient love

Why cant i be famous

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I wanna start off by saying fuck bitches

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And if you wanna be famous, put your hands in my anus

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

One day i'll be convicted but for now i fuck these bitches

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business