This is a song about "Lacking"

What you're lacking is good rapping/

And this will be the song that we sing

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

No one notice your struggle

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

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

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys