This is a song about "We got the fame"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Its the struggle we got gotta

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Because we got something special, we be on the same level

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

So we can live again

Everybody wants the fame

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall