This is a song about "Ebola patients"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Fuck having these relations, i'd rather make them my patients.

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

This meditation your in is the flow i provide for my patients

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

There comes a time for waiting and patients

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.