This is a song about "Bland"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute