This is a song about "Greats habits"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I looked up to the greats in the sky above

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

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

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

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

And the rest of the greats, i’ll make my way to the top,

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Kill bad habits, that's my thing