This is a song about "Lame and short"

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

It was short and simple,

I don't need no single

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

And this is pointing to the largest lame rapper fraction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

But still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,