This is a song about "No lame punks"

So much to say a scrabble game

Rap nah man that shit is lame

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

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

All the bitches know my name

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

While you were sittin being lame,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack