This is a song about "Patients"

With patients playing, payday for the day gains

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

There comes a time for waiting and patients

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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