This is a song about "You lame freestyle"

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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Why do you call me names that are lame

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

To me, i can't blame you hell i think i'm lame too

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

My shit's 100% freestyle, you ain't got no hope