This is a song about "How lame pop songs are"

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Now that's what you call a game

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Why do you call me names that are lame

How my writtens are invigorating,

And this will be the song that we sing

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Here is how i write my songs, start with 'cid, coke, and onyx,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top