This is a song about "No lame punks"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

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

Yeah you can his style lame

So we can live again

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

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

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

Rap nah man that shit is lame

Searching for fortune and fame