This is a song about "Lame rymes"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I like my thoughts filled with lame

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

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

Yeah you can his style lame

Then lost her faith again

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I was so sincere like nas first name

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

While you were sittin being lame,

They calling me the hottest in the game