This is a song about "Diss fame"

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Cause you are on the diss,

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

In the caravan with some latin bitches

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Ice melts into rain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

They think they bring that pain

As my record label nitpicks at this

Because this record is only to diss

Spit a poem or a diss

Crazy talking and foolish

Even with the money and the fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Don't realize this is a diss

How can i convey this