This is a song about "Lame bars"

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Wale and we are not the same

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I like my thoughts filled with lame

He don't do the same

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

And your whole crew is lame,

So much to say a scrabble game

Is just so fucking lame.

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came