This is a song about "Bland"

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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