This is a song about "Lame friend"

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

All the bitches know my name

While you were sittin being lame,

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Talking about a friend, of a friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Im starving for blood my friend

He don't do the same

Is just so fucking lame.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

And it makes me feel one way, lame,