This is a song about "Lame ass"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Yeah you can his style lame

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

I like my thoughts filled with lame

I'm going off the top of the brain