This is a song about "Bland"

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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.

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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