This is a song about "Patch members"

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

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

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

It creates dead members of families

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

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

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

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

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch