This is a song about "Lames"

The game isn't ment for lames like you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

And informing all you lames that i may not appear as major

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Industry lames, take off that box logo

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit