This is a song about "Patients"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

There comes a time for waiting and patients

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

This meditation your in is the flow i provide for my patients

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Fuck having these relations, i'd rather make them my patients.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,