This is a song about "Ebola patients"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

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

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

There comes a time for waiting and patients

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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