This is a song about "No lame punks"

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

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

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

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

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

You're not usin' your brain

Yeah you can his style lame

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me