This is a song about "Notre dame"

My god damn hottie dame

You're not usin' your brain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

But now invisible cells around your brain

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Pussy niggas fight for a dame, i fight when the disrespect came.

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Through the beats fuck the fame i'm still the same you fucking dame

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

When you gotta untame yourself from one dame