This is a song about "Hype whack lame"

Im courtside, wizard game

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

The hype i create in sensational

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

While you were sittin being lame,

I live my life in tha fast lane

He don't do the same

Yeah you can his style lame

Retail snappers even is lame

Well rick james, maury jane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

That beautiful girls and parties are lame