This is a song about "Good habits"

You see its one of my habits

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Restricted by your habits, your family definitely can't have it

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

But that's just the shit for me to release my habits

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

If you think lil wayne's good,

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

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

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Lobsters and shrimp im good

From hollywood to the hood

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