This is a song about "My name on flame y all lame"

While all those ships go tips(y)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I write your name on my hand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I rather give you my last to see you live again

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

As: i know just what you mean

My name on the big screen

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Whenever you heard my name, all you heard was groans/

Whenever you heard my name, all you heard was groans/

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans