This is a song about "Your fame"

Lost in the rain

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Even with the money and the fame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Now that's what you call a game

You were rising straight to fame

Not aiming for big fame

Hallow be thy name

They think they bring that pain

But when it comes to fame

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Bad rap, cuties claim

You can't spit you're way to fame,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

And you cant handle our fame,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again