This is a song about "Lame nigga"

Yeah you can his style lame

Hallow be thy name

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Floor seats at that wizards game

And your whole crew is lame,

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I live my life in tha fast lane