This is a song about "Lame taylor"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Hallow be thy name

Yeah you can his style lame

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Things'll never be the same

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Its been a fun day but when one day can become lame

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I wanted the money and never the fame

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