This is a song about "Lame clarence"

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

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And your whole crew is lame,

Lost in the rain

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Why do you call me names that are lame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Its been a fun day but when one day can become lame

But i'm addicted like cocaine, yeah i know it's lame

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame