This is a song about "We got the fame"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Its the struggle we got gotta

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

I dont care about the fame

They say i talk like im god body

But we all got the same rights don't we?

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

I'll never call you bitch again

It wasn't about the fame

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.