This is a song about "Lack of sleep"

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Lack of education and ignorance's the same thang,

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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