This is a song about "Wanting fame"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

It wasn't about the fame

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

My buzz is like cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame,

It’s not a game, hold your dame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I can make it rain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash