This is a song about "Pattern"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

Don't regurgitate my sperm

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

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

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