This is a song about "Lacks"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

When the job are scarce and you mind lacks college

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

I got rich from a little struggle

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Got lacks of tears now i'm wiping them with a wiper///

We self-made but never is an i on the team

You're a rap snob that lacks facts of cats thoughts in the scene