This is a song about "Foo foo lame"

And your whole crew is lame,

Searching for fortune and fame

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Yeah you can his style lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

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

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame