This is a song about "Foo foo lame shit"

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

And your whole crew is lame,

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

I make impressions like a foo

You good man, we don't want you

We love for a while then a light goes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Love turns into pain

I like my thoughts filled with lame

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Can't even handle when i be rhyming you stupid foo.

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

It's been nothing but pain

While you were sittin being lame,