This is a song about "Iq lacking"

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Cause i want iq just to have that feeling

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

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

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

And getting money is the song i sing

What you're lacking is good rapping/

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

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I can see all the shit you're lacking,