This is a song about "Lame females"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Saying females ain't for it and we all full of shit

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

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Then lost my faith again

Yeah you can his style lame

While you were sittin being lame,

You're not usin' your brain

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

Because females deserve better

Something worth dying for

Took me a while just to write those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I'm like an elf, spittin', well written, 'cause females hate me,