This is a song about "Omar lame"

Through all the rain and the pain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

But now invisible cells around your brain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

When my flow starts, i compose like mozart, i go hard, tell that to omar

Retail snappers even is lame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Like a lame ass little bunny

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again