This is a song about "Sandra bland"

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that