This is a song about "Greats habits"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

You see its one of my habits

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

You see its one of my habits

Without the sound of guns

Block out all my habits

They bringing me fish and chips

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Kill bad habits, that's my thing