This is a song about "Hype whack lame"

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

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

These whack rappers, rapping whack

There's crack, there's crack

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Your songs are so fuckin lame

They calling me the hottest in the game

Retail snappers even is lame

The hype i create in sensational

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You don't even know the hype

I plead with em, the system ain't right