This is a song about "Lack of focus"

Maybe it your work, maybe your lack of worth

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

If we focus on unity instead of separation

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

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