This is a song about "Stupid habits"

My rap does sound stupid,

You, you, you have to pay for that

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

How dare you call me stupid!

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

And getting money is the song i sing

You stupid? there's no such thing

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Restricted by your habits, your family definitely can't have it

You see its one of my habits

Got racks, ain’t talking tits