This is a song about "Malice"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

But the judge ignores me, thinking i've absorbed a malice/

Benign and malice keep me clean up top

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Malcontents in the middle more concerned with the malice

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Almost kill and robbed from malice.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Meanwhile the nation's dehydrated, they cryin malice

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Stack your caskets my lyrics are magnets to malice on maggots.