This is a song about "No lame punks"

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

And i put that on my name

Retail snappers even is lame

That's the sound of my tool

No one's as 'cool' as this lame ghoul

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Yeah you can his style lame

Then lost my faith again

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

While you were sittin being lame,