This is a song about "Omar lame"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

Time after time, again and again

I'll never call you bitch again

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Retail snappers even is lame

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Like a lame ass little bunny

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see