This is a song about "Foo foo lame shit"

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

And your whole crew is lame,

Things'll never be the same

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I wish i’ll never see you again

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

I make impressions like a foo

Your songs are so fuckin lame

And i put that on my name

Yeah you can his style lame

See dog? rap is my aim