This is a song about "Habits"

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

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

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

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion