This is a song about "Ur lame"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

By god, slow grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

Retail snappers even is lame

I wish i’ll never see you again

Imma make it rain

Rap nah man that shit is lame

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame