This is a song about "You hoes lame"

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

I get all the fame but you just plain lame

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Floor seats at that wizards game

Why do you call me names that are lame