This is a song about "Lack"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap

Or let the mob handle that

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I read your raps,a style is what you lack,

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

You lack proper means of comparison,

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

It wasn't the lack of my abstinence dammit!