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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And god knows i have no patience

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Once, i used to be granted patience and imagination,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Patience child. i smile upon you.

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

All i could see was a woodpecker trying to peck

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I stop for a second and listen to them sing.

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting