This is a song about "Lacking"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I'm lacking peace and what i did to yo sis was a reality

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

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

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

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing