This is a song about "Lack of focus"

Of which we lack muscle.

I'm modest, and humble

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

And it's their lack of education, working minimum wage,

Financially secure and happily thankful for my sanity, lack of vanity,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Maybe it your work, maybe your lack of worth

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers