This is a song about "Lack of trust"

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

It wasn't the lack of my abstinence dammit!

The world is so typical

Of which we lack muscle.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Lack of funding never stunting being lazy is easy

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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