This is a song about "Dannys a lame"

I'm going off the top of the brain

And your whole crew is lame,

Of course a lame gone make you sick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

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

I've gone insane have a half a brain my raps are awesome yours are lame

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Like a lame ass little bunny

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Is just so fucking lame.

Straight shots don’t toast champagne