This is a song about "Lacking trust"

Get ya head bust

Amen, thats what i trust

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

It gets better trust me

Cause all i want is you, baby

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Always trust the injustice

I've been lacking skill i know i'm lazy,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy