This is a song about "You lame freestyle"

While you were sittin being lame,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

And all my childhood memories