This is a song about "Iq lacking"

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Over your head, like you don't got a fuckin' iq

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

And all the while i think of you

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice