This is a song about "Lacking"

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

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

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I can see all the shit you're lacking,