This is a song about "Lack of sleep"

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Due to the lack of substance like marijuana suppression.

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

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

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

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Of which we lack muscle.

A criminal grind mean hustle

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position