This is a song about "I see you trying my patience i m quite and never listen to a teller"

Patience child. i smile upon you.

Why we gotta argue

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

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

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But i listen here and all i see clear is you may be real hard

The science and the art, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

High offa glue you see its quite a view to see at the sea couldn't of done this

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Once, i used to be granted patience and imagination,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

I stop for a second and listen to them sing.