This is a song about "Wanting fame"

I'm going off the top of the brain

Only those who's currently in fame.

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I be wanting your kiss

Or know them testament verses

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

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

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes