This is a song about "Me is fam u is lame"

Baby i’mma mess, mess

That's all u need is death

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

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

I rep the 732 but the fam shit is new to me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

U said ma family is a bunch of peasants yet u consider me one of the legends.

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Bt let me tel u baby this is not the case..

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Baby its hard for me know'n that seein u is so far/