This is a song about "Your fuckin lame"

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

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

And the 9th is on the track bitch

All your other fuckin garbage

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Don't worry just done get inside

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

He don't do the same

Your songs are so fuckin lame