This is a song about "Bland"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

About disaster in the world and

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Bitterness,it spread in me like wildfire.seeing it bland hot in mild dire.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit