This is a song about "Pattern"

Guess i see it's my turn

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

I will dismember you in no pattern cause i'm free styling

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Back of his head they roll, pattern like that of a dice

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

All im meant to be, cause matter follows a pattern perpetually

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

When she loses traits she lies and she loses pace in speech pattern with a huge change