This is a song about "You all lame"

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

And i know - there'll never be peace

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

You faggots are lame, caught you sippin on water while i was downing

While you were sittin being lame,

Now that's what you call a game

But still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains