This is a song about "Never use a skeng or a shank just pattern man with my fists"

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Never gave a fuck just like a man made out of tin

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Even in a fight you never back down but use defense

And i ain't trying to land

Aint doing time for a shank

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

To whom it may concern

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

All im meant to be, cause matter follows a pattern perpetually

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

When she loses traits she lies and she loses pace in speech pattern with a huge change