This is a song about "Lame ass"

And your whole crew is lame,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I wanted the money and never the fame

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Yeah you can his style lame

Then lost her faith again

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Hit me with those lame ass rhymes that are off topic