This is a song about "Lame ass people"

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Is just so fucking lame.

My buzz is like cocaine

Well rick james, maury jane

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame