This is a song about "Lame drug"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

And your whole crew is lame,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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

While you were sittin being lame,

Is just so fucking lame.

Love turns into pain