This is a song about "Bad habits"

I'll drop your ass like bad habits, feel the wrath of a menace,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Block out all my habits

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

You see its one of my habits