This is a song about "Lacking"

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

No one notice your struggle

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

What you're lacking is good rapping/

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I've been lacking skill i know i'm lazy,

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart