This is a song about "Lacking"

Ok just listen up a little

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

What you're lacking is good rapping/

And this will be the song that we sing

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night