This is a song about "Wanting to be famous"

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

When i listen to famous rappers they explain how the rap game can be tough

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

To get rich and famous,

Hop off the bus