This is a song about "Bland"

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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