This is a song about "Patrick and spongebob"

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Make the fingers snap

And like to boast and brag

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and

And their mothers and fathers

But we still real brothers

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

What i do, through and through and

And get caught, in the moment