This is a song about "Lame films made in southend"

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

Complex like my written and this instrumental, after this go ahead call me mental

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

Tears in her eyes made him realise

Hop in and let me test drive

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

In ma brain that made me convinced

I was on my sway shit

It's lame remains will burn in ashes when it stays the same/

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

From just watching the films feeling pleasure weopans of seduction