This is a song about "Lame boy"

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Look around: we the largest in the game

Retail snappers even is lame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And your whole crew is lame,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name