This is a song about "Lame rymes"

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Why do you call me names that are lame

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Now that's what you call a game

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain