This is a song about "Patch members"

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

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

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

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

To be emcees with no embers or members to represent, time to reprimand,

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

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

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