This is a song about "Fame game tame lame"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

The fame. came into the ballgame with a claim to tame. some at least, i only show

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

This is lame when am i gunna find someone who actually has game

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

In this game it ain't the fame, ‘cuz i've been patiently watching,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I felt like non-fame and game were chains, shackled me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

So i need fame, to win this game,

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

But your lame frame is too easy to tame