This is a song about "Habits"

You see its one of my habits

Blew money like six crips

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

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

But that's just the shit for me to release my habits

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

All green nigga pick six

You see its one of my habits