This is a song about "Lack racks money"

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Music is money, money isn't music

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

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

God damn pull out my racks

Living out of bags

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And isaiah say one day your time will come

You lack proper means of comparison,