This is a song about "Your famous"

Everybody acting like they're famous

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

To get rich and famous,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I feel greater am like famous skater

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Why cant i be famous

My nigga, its all love

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Even the famous know how hard it be