This is a song about "Ebola patients"

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

There comes a time for waiting and patients

Bring the battering ram where you live

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

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

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

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

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

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains