This is a song about "Lacking"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

A criminal grind mean hustle

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Bun b, i’m underground king