This is a song about "Fake people lame ass"

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight

Some people might say thats fake, so irrelevant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Hit me with those lame ass rhymes that are off topic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Your life is a product of trash

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

It ain't about black or white cause we human

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame