This is a song about "Lame clarence"

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Love turns into pain

While you were sittin being lame,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Searching for fortune and fame

Why do you call me names that are lame

Your body's right as rain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

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

Rap nah man that shit is lame