This is a song about "Patrick and spongebob"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

And their mothers and fathers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And stop playing hide and seek,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born