This is a song about "Lack"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Crying about what i have and they lack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

You lack proper means of comparison,

There are times when you'll need someone

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap