This is a song about "Lame you"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I'm sorry kid, but you asked for it with that lame ass rap.

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Heavy in the game

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

And your whole crew is lame,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease