This is a song about "Lack of love"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

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

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Lack of funding never stunting being lazy is easy

You lack proper means of comparison,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues