This is a song about "I lack"

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

Looks like i lack nice-ness or got off the track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

And what i lack in piety, i make up for in character,

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

I don't know why i'm fouled to be free and attack, i just wanna be loud and see why i lack

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

If ya'll don't understand it i come from a lack of riches,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Because the skills you lack…i got,

Living if she is or not