This is a song about "How bad cops are"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

And you know my drift

You are a bad patient

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I'm in love with your business

I ask him how the bad bitches

These hoes are bad and they know

Just let it chill joe

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

You are a bad patient

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift