This is a song about "Lack"

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

The world is so typical

Of which we lack muscle.

And daddy's in the cadillac

Im assuming you lack

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

You lack proper means of comparison,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

When you're eating free lunch, people have the hope you lack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back