This is a song about "Your fuckin lame"

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Than your fuckin husband

Get ya head bust

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Jump out the fuckin' toilet just to ruin your shit

But your whole fuckin posse tryna be us

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

And if you don't understand put your fuckin ass on mute

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Through all the rain and the pain