This is a song about "Patrick grieve"

And i couldn't even grieve,

Tina perm your fucking weave

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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