This is a song about "Bad back lack"

Im assuming you lack

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Of which we lack muscle.

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Busted so bad you can't get your feet back under you

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Your metaphors lack, so for shook souls i etch-a-sketch they score back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Rap like an addiction to smack, answers lack, click clack can't rap back.