This is a song about "Habits"

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

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

Let my angel sing

Kill bad habits, that's my thing

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Tired of fighting this bad habits that consumate me

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

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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