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

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Tears in her eyes made him realise

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Im courtside, wizard game

Retail snappers even is lame

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Through all the rain and the pain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

I got that goodman game