This is a song about "Lame friend"

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Now that's what you call a game

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Friend after friend left me

Beach on the weekend

I thought you were a friend

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Well rick james, maury jane

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

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame