This is a song about "You are so lame"

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

We are so done, you stupid cretin/

Yeah you can his style lame

Then lost my faith again

Grown men in this game

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne