This is a song about "You are lame"

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

If you hatin on me, you obviously a 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

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Damn! you so lame, should i really waste my rhymes?

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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