This is a song about "You are just a lame"

All the bitches know my name

Is just so fucking lame.

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

You had a girl's pants off but jacked off? that's so lame, what're you, gay?

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Of course a lame gone make you sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

The radio is lame, and the record labels are to blame, they just want fame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again