This is a song about "Trap gold chain fame money haters"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Even with the money and the fame

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,