This is a song about "Lacking love"

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I'm lacking peace and what i did to yo sis was a reality

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

So get up, its time to start nation building

She's every love song that i love singing

Show me love show me fuckin love

And what i done just ain't enough