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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Tears in her eyes made him realise

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

150 on my chain

Yeah you can his style lame