This is a song about "Good habits"

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That everythings fine, ok and good

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Kill bad habits, that's my thing

Man, straight and no fucking

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I make female rappers look good

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

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

My nigga, no hook

Or maybe i'm just too good