This is a song about "Patrick loves aidan"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Loves whatever you make it

Aidan, the cops are here? fuck, i was doing fine,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done