This is a song about "Lame rappers"

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Is just so fucking lame.

Im courtside, wizard game

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Like a lame ass little bunny

What them tippers don't see

Retail snappers even is lame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name