This is a song about "Lame kids"

Things'll never be the same

And your whole crew is lame,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

While you were sittin being lame,

You just tryin' to run game

I like my thoughts filled with lame

I got that goodman game

Yeah you can his style lame

Live from the lamont's rose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.