This is a song about "Habits"

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Tired of fighting this bad habits that consumate me

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

A waste reaching in the pockets of the working to support your habits

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

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,