This is a song about "Bad habits"

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Restricted by your habits, your family definitely can't have it

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts