This is a song about "Lucy patch"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Hearts been ripped open, wait i'm heartless no need to patch it

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Flow i have it, and i'l never have to patch it