This is a song about "Lame people"

Your body's right as rain

Retail snappers even is lame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Is just so fucking lame.

And my niggas all the same

But now invisible cells around your brain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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