This is a song about "Dreams and patient"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Be patient, or end up as a vegetable patient.

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

And u know that im patient

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

And cause all their dreams to rupture

So it leaves me to wonder