This is a song about "Being lame"

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Your songs are so fuckin lame

I can make it rain

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Rap nah man that shit is lame

He don't do the same

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

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

Wale and we are not the same

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Its been a fun day but when one day can become lame