This is a song about "Diss fame"

It’s not a game, hold your dame

You were rising straight to fame

But when it comes to fame

Your body's right as rain

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Love turns into pain

So they could all reach fame

See dog? rap is my aim

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Everybody wants the fame

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Not aiming for big fame

And my niggas all the same

From the womb, my newborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.