This is a song about "Where are the fucking lame rappers"

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Why do you call me names that are lame

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

On me rappers got nothing,back of the line is where there shoved in

They keep on sayin’ the same rappers are the best

Half your body laying on my chest

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Sexxydave on the mic, you fucking rappers better go running/

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

The other rappers are just alright,

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

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