This is a song about "Lame you are"

But still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

And i put that on my name

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

And my niggas all the same

Yeah you can his style lame