This is a song about "You lacking"

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

And getting money is the song i sing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//