This is a song about "I lack"

Just standing next to ya i revealed all the skills you lack

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I promise i'mma call you back

While i show them, what they tend to lack

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Because the skills you lack…i got,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Looks like i lack nice-ness or got off the track