This is a song about "Lacking"

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

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

What you're lacking is good rapping/

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

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

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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