This is a song about "No lacking"

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

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

No lames, no lies, no compromise

When i get my hands on nines

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

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

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

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

Baby, you're an angel

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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