This is a song about "Bland"

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

About disaster in the world and

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

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

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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