This is a song about "Patch test"

Higher than giraffes blunts passed like a test

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

My friends put me to a real test

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

New batch to patch, back to making maps

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Soon they will put you on a test.

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

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Like somebody is puting me to a test