This is a song about "Lame time"

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Why do you call me names that are lame

Is just so fucking lame.

Wale and we are not the same

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name