Dude, there is an ugly side to fame. I mean, one day you're riding high, and everyone loves you... your name is up in lights... you're "A list" all the way...your album is in the charts...you get the "good table" at all the swanky restaurants...
Then one day you're old news.
Just like that, it's over. Before you know it, you've cashed in all your chips and the same people who used to mob you for just a meager taste of your greatness, just a touch of your hem as it were, won't give you the time of day. All of a sudden you can't get arrested in this town, man.
But that's not the tough part.
Pretty soon you find you can't even get a new gig. It's like every kitchen in town is buyin' groceries and all you've got to sell is dookie pie. You go through your planner and call all your connections, but they ain't returning your calls, yo. The pads you can crash are getting pretty scarce and the next thing you know, you're shivering under a newspaper on a park bench wondering what happened to your life. It's easy to fall into the wrong crowd dude. So don't you be judgin' me man, don't you be judgin'.