This is a song about "No lame punks"

Is just so fucking lame.

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Balling, but it’s not a game

Imma make it rain

And your whole crew is lame,

I like my thoughts filled with lame

I can make it rain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb