This is a song about "Ebola patients"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

There comes a time for waiting and patients

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with