This is a song about "Lacking"

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

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see