This is a song about "Mudblood is lame"

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Yeah you can his style lame

Then lost her faith again

Imma make it rain

And your whole crew is lame,