This is a song about "Ur lame"

I was so sincere like nas first name

Retail snappers even is lame

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

150 on my chain

Yeah you can his style lame

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

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

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Is just so fucking lame.

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Was it sharon....forget it . its too lame...

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain