This is a song about "Patrick grieve"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Cause there could never be peace

And i couldn't even grieve,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

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

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

Rat n im arrested, snitch yull receive a disease fucked n grieve hiv rubber please?

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Yet now it is for your graces we grieve...

Like being garbage some type of disease