This is a song about "Bad habits"

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

Sneak up on attack

She did things that were bad

You see its one of my habits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids