This is a song about "Story of habit"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

They have a habit of calling people faggots, they move like bandits

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

2 g's? gotta snatch the loose leaf out of habit

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

Thats the story of ya life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Assured of my own glory i won't ever change my story

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit