This is a song about "Lame ass niggaa"

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Like a lame ass little bunny

Looking at your money

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

This is love, nothing else close

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Well rick james, maury jane

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I wanted the money and never the fame