This is a song about "Weed money guns fame"

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,