This is a song about "Dame"

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

Respond again and insult again call me a lame call me dame,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Pussy niggas fight for a dame, i fight when the disrespect came.

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Through the beats fuck the fame i'm still the same you fucking dame

I turned into something they never became