This is a song about "Diss fame"

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

I dont care about the fame

I can make it rain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Even with the money and the fame

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Because this record is only to diss

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Everybody wants the fame

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I'll never call you bitch again

But when it comes to fame