This is a song about "Trying for fame"

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

Where as for me, i'm motivated, read my collab on claim to fame,

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

And my niggas all the same

Not aiming for big fame

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,