This is a song about "Omar lame"

And your whole crew is lame,

Floor seats at that wizards game

And i put that on my name

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Is just so fucking lame.

It’s not a game, hold your dame

All the bitches know my name

I like my thoughts filled with lame

And losin all his money

Like a lame ass little bunny

While you were sittin being lame,

So much to say a scrabble game