This is a song about "No lame punks"

I dont fuck around with no lame punks,just go ahead and say my name once,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Well rick james, maury jane

While you were sittin being lame,

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

To get them niggas while they laid back

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Is just so fucking lame.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim