This is a song about "You lack peak"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Im assuming you lack

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

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

You lack proper means of comparison,

All up in her backspace like a delete button

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

This is why her nigga mad

No need, you know you lack, your whack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

Account overdraft what i got this debit for