This is a song about "Your a lame"

You just working with the scraps you was given

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I'll tear apart your jaw frame / you're all lame with the simplest lines

Trying to renovate the game

Your songs are so fuckin lame

And your whole crew is lame,

I live my life in tha fast lane

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see