This is a song about "Lame friend"

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Now that's what you call a game

I like my thoughts filled with lame

That's why i'm makin' money

Friend after friend left me

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

I thought you were a friend

Nigga i ain't never scared