This is a song about "Diss fame"

No more money, no more fame

Now that's what you call a game

Even with the money and the fame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Cause you are on the diss,

Mm got the masses

You're not usin' your brain

You were rising straight to fame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Not aiming for big fame

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Love turns into pain

On a ladder straight to fame