This is a song about "Dirty habits"

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

And i'm from the dirty south,

While i'm making history

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

You see its one of my habits

So here i am at the store for some chips