This is a song about "Lames"

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

Mama you should leave them lames you came with

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

And if i do go you better come through

The game isn't ment for lames like you

Critical maims of innocent lames litter the lane with bitterness//

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You lames can't stop me you know i got an arsenal,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble