This is a song about "Being lame"

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

While you were sittin being lame,

Then lost her faith again

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

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

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

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see