This is a song about "Lame rap"

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

While you were sittin being lame,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Like a lame ass little bunny

And your whole crew is lame,

Well rick james, maury jane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Rap nah man that shit is lame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame