This is a song about "Foo foo lame shit"

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

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

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

They think they bring that pain

And your whole crew is lame,

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three