This is a song about "Yeah never fucked with hoes they all want your money for the fame"

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Even with the money and the fame

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Niggas want the fame i want the glory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Hope all over again, we can start

The items is all they want

But they sign for the fame is what you see typically,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Even with the money and the fame

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map