This is a song about "Lame boys"

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Boys tell me they love me

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

I wanted the money and never the fame

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame