This is a song about "Lacking love"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

And what i done just ain't enough

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Ass shots is a plus

Baseball is my first love

Show me love show me fuckin love

And i can't help but notice

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night