This is a song about "Lucy patch"

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

New batch to patch, back to making maps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse