This is a song about "Patrick grieve"

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

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

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

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

I'm why baby mommas leave

And i couldn't even grieve,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

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

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

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

This is the part where we run hip hop