This is a song about "Wanting fame"

But when it comes to fame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You were rising straight to fame

All the bitches know my name

Arrogant when i finish

I be wanting your kiss

We back on these highways moving cakes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Time after time, again and again

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

On a ladder straight to fame

Through all the rain and the pain

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag