This is a song about "I m a good dude with the bad habit and it s me"

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Well i nab at a rapid rap, out of habit i stab it

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets