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

While you were sittin being lame,

Parking lot of the blue flame

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Isolated and drugged far away and made my way in

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Wale and we are not the same

Yeah you can his style lame

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

Time after time, again and again

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I made a call, they told me to check myself in