This is a song about "Lame bars"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I was so sincere like nas first name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Your songs are so fuckin lame

It's been nothing but pain

While you were sittin being lame,

And reflect on the rap game, i came