This is a song about "Lame taylor"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And your whole crew is lame,

Through all the rain and the pain

Parking lot of the blue flame

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

I wanted the money and never the fame

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

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

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame