This is a song about "Lack"

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

No one notice your struggle

Of which we lack muscle.

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

What them tippers don't see

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Make me, dumb, but i lack the inspiration and lack the motivation but they

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black