This is a song about "Notre dame"

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

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

This's yo fate, when you seek to play with the fickle dame

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Respond again and insult again call me a lame call me dame,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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