This is a song about "Lack"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

As i light one for ill will

Of which we lack muscle.

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines