This is a song about "Lame ass"

Hallow be thy name

Yeah you can his style lame

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Ice melts into rain

I like my thoughts filled with lame

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

And your whole crew is lame,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

I ain't trynna be politically correct

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame