This is a song about "Ariel who is lame"

These nigguhs is not who they is online

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

And word i blew off herb i grew

Well... who is us ...who is you?

This is a battle n who wins is who dares

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

She do it with no hands

Who is cranking out jams

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Hi! my name is... (what?) my name is... (who?)

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Blow up by tonight. but who am i? still running round spitting all these lame lines.

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Im courtside, wizard game