In this ode to the trials and tribulations of fame (see: Kurt Cobain, MC Hammer, Tyson), Hov and JT roam around a deserted warehouse and ruminate on the paps, the paper and the possibility of failure.
The song also has an edit; Justin's intro now drops after Hov's first verse, while there's also plenty of slowed down/ chopped/ switched up effects in effect.
There's also a lot of people wearing sheets pretending to be ghosts. We're not sure why. Probably cos it's art. Or something.
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