This is a song about "Ur lame"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Then lost her faith again

And your whole crew is lame,

Through all the rain and the pain

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Is just so fucking lame.

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

From ur head n' ur mind,

The glare makes me hard to find

While you were sittin being lame,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane