This is a song about "I lack"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

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

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

Luxury life, results living bad

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I have that sick-ass flow all you others clearly lack

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

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag