This is a song about "Being lame"

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

Then lost her faith again

While you were sittin being lame,

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

But now invisible cells around your brain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Yeah you can his style lame

Straight shots don’t toast champagne