This is a song about "Tia being lame"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Why do you call me names that are lame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Im courtside, wizard game

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

Bad rap, cuties claim

Is just so fucking lame.

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

I apologize i don't recollect your name