This is a song about "New rappers are lame"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

By mindless rappers on how they bought a new bugatti,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

This can be used as a guide to new rappers to see what level they are at.

Why do you call me names that are lame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

These rappers are plastic

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

This so called new age of rappers are variety less,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process