This is a song about "Lack of focus"

If we focus on unity instead of separation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Me and my microphone could be one

You lack proper means of comparison,

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

It wasn't the lack of my abstinence dammit!

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Due to the lack of substance like marijuana suppression.

So focus on your own hope of trying not to choke

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

I'm modest, and humble

Of which we lack muscle.