This is a song about "Lame jokes"

I turned into something they never became

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

While you were sittin being lame,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Ain't heard dc since sardines came