This is a song about "Mudblood is lame"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Then we cut, look how she say my name

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Yeah you can his style lame

My buzz is like cocaine

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Trying to renovate the game

Is just so fucking lame.

I proclaim my motivation is tamed, board the cho-cho trotting train it's less lame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game