This is a song about "Foo foo lame"

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

I ain't interested in fame

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Retail snappers even is lame

Through all the rain and the pain

Is just so fucking lame.

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Like a lame ass little bunny

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Respect for the name cuz im sick of the lame

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you