This is a song about "No lame punks"

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Retail snappers even is lame

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

Rap nah man that shit is lame

It’s not a game, hold your dame