This is a song about "Lame niggad"

While you were sittin being lame,

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Why do you call me names that are lame

I ain't interested in fame

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Brighter than yellow bones

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I'll never call you bitch again

Retail snappers even is lame

And your whole crew is lame,

So we can live again

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Take advice keep it clean don't complain