This is a song about "Lack"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

While i show them, what they tend to lack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

And i got that bait, they all bad

I read your raps,a style is what you lack,

Of which we lack muscle.

No one notice your struggle

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I have that sion flow that all you other rappers lack

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one