This is a song about "Patch"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

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

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that