This is a song about "Lame you are"

Damn! you so lame, should i really waste my rhymes?

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

I live my life in tha fast lane

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

To me, i can't blame you hell i think i'm lame too

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.

Yeah you can his style lame

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks