This is a song about "Lack of courage"

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

You lack proper means of comparison,

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Releasing albums will probably be in the rented but the doesn't stop me from independence

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

Can you picture my specific plan

The lack of respect that this man,

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best