This is a song about "Lame you are"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Yeah you can his style lame

Floor seats at that wizards game

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name