This is a song about "Greats habits"

To rest my skills amongst the greats, hope rap god gives me strength

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

You see its one of my habits

Blew money like six crips

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts