This is a song about "Diss fame"

Now that's what you call a game

Only those who's currently in fame.

Stuck in this game

So they could all reach fame

Your body's right as rain

And you cant handle our fame,

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

You can search but you'll never find

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

I dont care about the fame

Bad rap, cuties claim

Everybody wants the fame

Imma make it rain