This is a song about "Lame boys"

I was so sincere like nas first name

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

While you were sittin being lame,

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

You're not usin' your brain

Yeah you can his style lame