This is a song about "Foo foo lame shit"

Your songs are so fuckin lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

I make impressions like a foo

I wanna get with you

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame