This is a song about "Foo foo lame"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

I make impressions like a foo

The boa know they loving the crew

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

Then we cut, look how she say my name

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

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

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Like a lame ass little bunny