This is a song about "Lame"

Balling, but it’s not a game

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And my niggas all the same

And your whole crew is lame,

I'm going off the top of the brain

I turned into something they never became

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

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

I wish i’ll never see you again

Its been a fun day but when one day can become lame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same