This is a song about "Diss fame"

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

I'm going off the top of the brain

I dont care about the fame

But when it comes to fame

Grown men in this game

How can i portray this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

You ain't working hard as this

You cant even write a good diss?

Not aiming for big fame

Im courtside, wizard game

It's been nothing but pain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And you cant handle our fame,