This is a song about "Wanting fame"

It wasn't about the fame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

I dont care about the fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

I be wanting your kiss

Wale and we are not the same

On a ladder straight to fame

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

So we can live again

Not aiming for big fame

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?