This is a song about "Lame boy"

Time after time, again and again

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

And your whole crew is lame,

Grown men in this game

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Retail snappers even is lame

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

They think they bring that pain

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame