This is a song about "Your fuckin lame"

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Jump out the fuckin' toilet just to ruin your shit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Made from the brain of me, most genius

But your whole fuckin posse tryna be us

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

Silicone bitches got the confidence

All your other fuckin garbage

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love