This is a song about "Pretty dame"

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Respond again and insult again call me a lame call me dame,

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Woo dame that was too close

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

You cover your pretty mouth

But pretty soon they'll understand

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

You wanna rap me aren't u ashamed ? ,i don't rap a dame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game