This is a song about "Lame and short"

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

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

And this is pointing to the largest lame rapper fraction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Never break, took a break though

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Searching for fortune and fame

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

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

I dont fuck around with no lame punks,just go ahead and say my name once,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks