This is a song about "Feeling like your missing something"

Im something like a prodigy

But five years from now i bet she see

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Niggas talk with limited service

I was feeling like "it's love"

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

I'm feeling like king tut

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Still feeling cocky like your peeling me away slowly as if i was unholy,