This is a song about "Motherfucker i lack credit you lack much shit"

I have that sick-ass flow all you others clearly lack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

When you're eating free lunch, people have the hope you lack,

Generic line in need; what you lack i have

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Quick flipping up sexy back

No need, you know you lack, your whack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

While i show them, what they tend to lack

Make me, dumb, but i lack the inspiration and lack the motivation but they

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.