This is a song about "Lame you"

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Weren't rockin wit me when i was a lame, but now i got big and you ain't the same.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Hallow be thy name

And your whole crew is lame,

While you were sittin being lame,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

It’s not a game, hold your dame

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Retail snappers even is lame

All the bitches know my name

Why do you call me names that are lame

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game