This is a song about "Patch members"

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

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

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

It creates dead members of families

I'm everything that they call nice

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

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

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

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch