This is a song about "Patch members"

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

You gotta breathe and be at ease

It creates dead members of families