This is a song about "Want to be famous"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

As a figure to someone that they definetly want to be

Girl stop being fallacious, this mercedes is spacious

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I never smiled as a juvenile

I just want to be next to you to see your smile

Just to make it famous

Ships that sail to distant places

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

To be who i want to be one day