This is a song about "Lame whack hype"

Trying to renovate the game

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

While you were sittin being lame,

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

My direction good, well-rounded type