This is a song about "That was lame"

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Rat'a'tat'tat, what the fuck was that?

Twista finna get up on the track

Why do you call me names that are lame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

While you were sittin being lame,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

All my friends thought i was lame cause i never tried it

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

And it makes me feel one way, lame,