This is a song about "Lame"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

Well rick james, maury jane

Why do you call me names that are lame

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

But now invisible cells around your brain

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Your songs are so fuckin lame

I was so sincere like nas first name

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Yeah you can his style lame

I'm going off the top of the brain