This is a song about "Lame ass team members"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

It creates dead members of families

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You a pussy boy, you and your team