This is a song about "Greats habits"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Block out all my habits

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

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

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

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

Replaced wicked sins or innocence chased, i wanna travel back to the greats,

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

I'll drop your ass like bad habits, feel the wrath of a menace,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love