This is a song about "Lacking"

And even buy you a bottle

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups