This is a song about "Sandra bland"

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Bitterness,it spread in me like wildfire.seeing it bland hot in mild dire.

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

My childhood wasn't bland n' i'll tell you firsthand