This is a song about "Lack of focus"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

Maybe it your work, maybe your lack of worth

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Due to the lack of substance like marijuana suppression.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

The lack of one, but your first line fore told

You lack proper means of comparison,

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

The lack of respect that this man,

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

With lack of compassion in people though

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe